These days I don’t give a shit about my wrinkles or stretch marks or my cellulite or my scars or my bruises, at least not in that way that they detract from who I am. They tell my story. What a story that continues to be. For my part I want very much for the rest of…
Julia E Hubbel
Girlfriend, this Club Quarantine has really grounded me. I thought I was woke, but I’m really getting to the crux of me. So many people are discovering all the superficial things we spent so much time and money on really don’t matter. I stopped dying and bleaching my hair, because when you may die going to get groceries, who gives a shit.
I have a cocktail every day. I spent all my life being goody two shoes for other people, trying to set good examples for my kids, trying to look good in the sight of church folks…I don’t care anymore. I thought about during this pandemic, if I die there are so many things I haven’t done because I’m worried about how I appear to others. I’m not enjoying my life because I’m concerned about other people being concerned. Fuck’em lol. I spend my time gardening. I love being alone and the solitude.
If a guy or gal is going to like you, they’ll like you no matter what you look like. When you’re a good person and people find value in your presence, they don’t sweat the small stuff society portrays as important.
These days, the basics matter. Food, shelter, family — and for those of us who don’t have that kind of connection, our relationships with our close friends get us through tough times. There are some unhappy people who will never understand the value of simplistic living. I feel sorry for them. I feel sorrier for the people who are slaves to what others think more. People please kills. It’s a deadly disease and I’m sorry it took a pandemic to get us to appreciate our bodies and the people in our lives who love us just the way we are.
Quarantine has helped me thin a bunch of junk out of my life, and I’m glad.